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Hugo Rifkind

The truth about being a politician’s child

It’s not that you’re more certain than anyone else. It’s that you find out early how many people disagree with you – and despise you for it

31 May 2014

9:00 AM

31 May 2014

9:00 AM

It was a Friday morning in 1992, Britain had just had an election, and I was on an ice rink. No special reason. You’re in Edinburgh, you’re a posh teenager, it’s the Christmas or Easter holidays, weekday mornings you go to the ice rink. It was a thing. Maybe it still is.

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Hugo Rifkind is a writer for the Times.

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